Alastor's Mother 소설 & 이야기

Opal sniffled while she glared viciously at us. Felix helped her up and turned to us with a snort. “We only kept her here because her parents were elders in the family. I never imagined that she’d not only lust after me but also raise such a despicable daughter!” His words were dripping with disgust. In just a few sentences, he had painted me and my mother as ungrateful witches. I was certain that he was eager to pin the blame on us. That way, he could seize control of the Roth family before my grandfather discovered the truth.

One, desperate to save herself, stammered out an idea, "Please spare me, Alpha Alaric! My mother had just recovered from a severe illness!" "Oh, right! When my mother was gravely ill, my father went to the Moonlight Falls and prayed to the Moon Goddess. He brought back some sacred spring water, and my mother was cured after drinking it!" At these words, Alaric's despair seemed to lift, as if he had glimpsed a sliver of hope. Without hesitation, he set off for the Moonlight Falls. The Moon Goddess' shrine was said to rest above the waterfall, visible only to the most devout of werewolves.

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

The second they saw me, Mother marched over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the far corner of the room where no one else could overhear, her steps quick and urgent. "What were you thinking?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet every word carried the weight of panic behind it. "Mother—" "No." She shook her head fiercely. "You are not going. I won't allow it." Her eyes had already begun to fill with tears. "Do you know what people are saying? I've heard. They're saying girls who entered that estate never came back. They're saying Alpha Damien is cursed. They're saying his demon loses control." Her hands tightened around mine, her fingers cold. "Those girls were someone's daughter

“I thought that was your favorite language.” “I resent him,” Casian hissed. “That Omega wormed into Alaric’s chest like he belongs there. And now even the Queen mother dotes on him. Kael was a servant. Now he’s an infection.” “Why do you call that old witch Queen mother? I heard she's not even a royal blood.” Amora rolled her eyes. “I don't know. She earned the title. She's been Queen mother for quite a long time. Don't ever try to cross her, she's not weak. Go back to Kael, that infection.”

It can be anyone else but not her because she gives me odd vibes—the vibes of evil in making. “ Her mother is dead. ” Aleister says. I focus on the expression on his face, searching for any hint of affection or feeling of grief but find a suppressed anger instead. I open my mouth to ask him about her when he moves away. My brows furrow, while I watch him standing beside the bed. Carefully, he picks me up. I inhale a sharp breath as my side burns with pain. “ Don’t ask anything. It’s complicated and I don’t trust you yet, Princess. ” He tells me truthfully.

Alastor visibly flinched at that because now that William mentioned it, yes, Alastor was quite used to that–it’s actually kind of scary having anyone and everyone around him disappear out of the blue–he’s quite used to having someone with him (his mother before he and Alistair could even know what was she like, his dad when he fell asleep and never saw awake again, his twin when Alastor took his eyes away for a moment) only for them to leave him behind. One way or another, Alastor knows his mate is going to do that to him too, that she’s going to leave him behind. And the awful thing is that Alastor couldn’t find it in him to call her out for it. His mate is a goddess after all, even before

“Thanks to you, everyone is back to life, including our mother. I have held her down from searching for you, I promised that I would bring you home.” “That sounds like a YOU problem. I'm going nowhere with you Alastor,” I declared. “Melonie, I'm trying to be nice here,” Alastor menacingly muttered. “You are not my family, neither are the mother and father you claim are waiting,” I responded calmly, “So please leave.” Alastor growled angrily, and I knew I had pissed him off, “You belong with me, you belong to me.” “I don't think I do,” I snapped back.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

When the angel turn her head and finally revealed her face, everyone remembers her differently. Lucian remembers her as her mother, who gave birth to him and somehow was taken away from him all those decades ago. Darius remembers her as the mother of Theodora, wife of Norcia a dark creature who was a slave to Assorthan. Lucifer identified her as Mother destiny, the one he and Althea met when she was little. Althea called her as mother by mistake.